Playing Mind Games // Ambrollins

Chapter 8

Seth's POV:

I groaned as I opened my eyes slowly. The blinding light of how I assume is a hospital light makes me shut my eyes instantly. I overheard commotion coming from outside my door. I physically didn't want to open my eyes at all.

"So Seth is actually alright?" I heard an all too familiar voice. I smiled widely, forcing my eyes open. "Dean!" I yelled out, hoping for that he heard me.

As soon as my mouth closed, the room door was slammed open. Dean stood there with the two detectives and a doctor. He smiled widely, tears brimming his eyes. He rushed over to me and caressed my face. "I love you!" He told me before pressing his lips to mine. I smiled widely, kissing his lips.

Even if it has been only a few hours since I passed out, but I missed his voice, touch, and look. I was so darn thankful. "I love you too." I breathed out into the kiss. I felt him smile before pulling away. He placed his forehead against mine, looking straight into my eyes.

"I was so worried. I thought I lost you baby..I was so scared." He whispered, having a single tear slip from his eye. I carefully brought up my hand and sipped away his tear. "It's alright. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. You can't get rid of me. Even how much you try." I replied, trying to lighten up the mood.

He chuckled lowly. "I'm glad I'm stuck with you. It was the best thing that has ever happened to me. God I love you." He told me quietly. I giggled, pecking his lips. He gasped quite loudly, gaining the attention of the rest of the people in the room.

"What's wrong Dean? Seth looks fine." Mitchell came over, grasping his shoulder worriedly. Dean started to laugh lightly. "No no. I know Seth this is alright. He just giggled. I haven't heard that giggle in so long." He told Mitchell like I wasn't even there.

Mitchell shook his head, taking a step back. "Man you had us all worried. Seth even looked freaked out." He replied with a small smile.

I smiled at him and nodded my head. "I thought you went completely crazy Dean!" I said seriously." Dean looked over at me and smiled even wider. "I think we all knew from day one I was crazy baby!" He said happily.

I laughed, knowing very well that he was. Ever since the day I ran into him, I knew he was crazy. "I couldn't ask for anything better." I giggled again.

One of the detectives that I've come to known as Cameron smiled. He approached us, wanting to see what the fuss was all about. "Speaking of crazy. I got informed that Roman and Dolph were caught. They are in jail now. On the other hand, Gwen. She wasn't who you thought she was Seth." He spoke slowly.

I cocked my head to the side, curiously. I've always knew how horrible my grandma was. I knew ever since I was little. "What do you mean? I've always known she was psychotic." I replied, looking around the room.

Dean and Mitchell didn't know what Cameron was talking about. They had the same look on their faces as I did.

"Well..that wasn't your grandma, Seth. Your grandma doesn't even live in the United States. 'Gwen Rollins' was an undercover gang member." He finished, putting air quotes around her name.

My eyebrows furrowed for moment. "Wait! You mean that wasn't my grandma?! Who the hell was with me since I was a baby, and made my life somewhat miserable?!" I yelled out, completely scared and confused.

I didn't know who was really who. My breathing increased, labored and uneven. I looked at Dean with wide, fearful eyes. He noticed my hyperventilating and shooed Cameron and Mitchell out of the room. He rubbed my back, trying to calm down.

"Sleep baby. I don't even know what Cameron was going on about. Sleep for right now. I'll figure it out." Dean whispered to me gently.

I nodded my head, looking over at him. "Don't leave! Stay here!" I pleaded. I didn't want to be left alone. He nodded his head, and rested his body against mine.

"I won't leave. I'm staying here, okay." He replied in a soft voice. I let out a breath and closed my eyes.